Chapter 98 Chapter 98 “A mother can use her son…
"..." Chen Qian's lips moved, silently repeating the word "mother", and said blankly, "But... why? Why would she lie to you?"
Gu Wuchen was also puzzled: "She was not very conscious when she passed away. In any case, the dead are gone..."
Chen Qian lowered his head in a daze. The heavy snow, the mourning hall, and the beautiful woman lying in the coffin, this scene was so vivid that it seemed as if it had happened just yesterday.
He even remembered that Song Qingyun's eyelashes were covered with icy ice.
The dead are gone.
Song Qingyun is dead.
Chen Qian knew that A Niang didn't like him. She was rude to him when she was alive, but after so many years of death, she was still able to control his life.
Chen Qian lowered his head, and after a moment he felt a sharp pain in his head, and covered his head with his hands.
"What's wrong?" Gu Wuchen hurried forward to check. "Where do you feel uncomfortable? I'll go find a doctor!"
Chen Qian grabbed Gu Wuchen's hand and raised his bloodshot eyes. In addition to confusion, there was also a sense of absurdity and fear in them.
"Master." Chen Qian held onto Gu Wuchen tightly, like a person in a flood grabbing a piece of floating wood. "My mother is dead."
Gu Wuchen didn't know what Chen Qian meant, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"But why can't I remember where her grave is?" Despair gradually appeared in Chen Qian's eyes. "Why do I remember no one ever offering sacrifices during Qingming Festival and Cold Food Festival?"
Gu Wuchen slowly opened his eyes wide, and Chen Qian continued, "I only remember that it was a snowy day, and she was lying there, just as if she were alive, but my father said she was dead. But what happened next? The dead must be buried, so where was my mother buried?!"
It was as if a flash of lightning illuminated the eternal darkness, allowing people who were used to groping in the dark to suddenly see the familiar yet terrifying scenes around them.
Gu Wuchen fell into the chair. The room was silent for a moment. The two looked at each other in shock, and no one said a word.
*
"Dead?" Yao Ning frowned, and quickly figured it out. "She doesn't need to actually die, she just needs to make everyone believe she's dead."
"Really?" Du Wuzhu was noncommittal. "Does such a powerful spell really exist?"
Yao Ning knew it existed because she had seen it with her own eyes.
Thinking of Meng Yaoguang, Yao Ning frowned again. Even though she had seen through Meng Yaoguang's delusion, when she recalled the past, she still felt that she really liked Meng Yaoguang at that time.
It's strange that Meng Yaoguang's confused mind is obviously not that strong, but it seems to be particularly powerful to himself.
Yao Ning shook his head and put Meng Yaoguang aside for the time being.
Du Wuzhu said: "You really thought of it. When you came in and mentioned that the peach blossoms were out of season, I should have thought of it..."
"That's enough." Yao Ning interrupted Du Wuzhu, "At this point, you think you can still mislead me."
Du Wuzhu shut up and looked at Yao Ning with a deep gaze: "So? Your final conclusion is that he is a dead person. Oh, or to put it another way, a person who is dead in your eyes, but has deceived the world and is still alive."
Du Wuzhu was a little amused. "Chen Qian's mother, the mother-in-law you've never met, is quite similar in that they'll do anything to achieve their goals. The mother can exploit her son, and the son can toy with his wife."
"Du Wuzhu." Yao Ning was not angry at all, but smiled. "Are you just throwing in the towel? I just said a few words to you, and you almost gave your master away. You are helpless and can only use a man I have long despised to attack me?"
"Oh, right." Yao Ning smiled as he thought of something. "I'm not touching you now because of Adu's request, but what do you think will happen to Du Xuandu in Adu's hands? An enemy who once wanted to kill her, and a vital point that you cherish like a treasure."
"My vital point?" Du Wuzhu's expression suddenly faded. "What kind of joke are you talking about?"
"Isn't that so?" Yao Ning stared into his eyes and said regretfully, "That's troublesome. I was thinking of using her to threaten you, but it seems I miscalculated."
Du Wuzhu also looked back calmly, his expression unchanged from beginning to end. Yao Ning changed the subject: "It seems that she is useless. We will kill her later."
Du Wuzhu snorted lightly, not knowing whether he was laughing at Yao Ning's drama or trying to remain calm.
Yao Ning stopped dwelling on this topic and began to think.
Song Qingyun.
Her nominal mother-in-law.
A person I have never met.
A person whose life and death are shrouded in mystery.
Du Wuzhu was still interfering with her, but he was not really panicking because he still had one last thing to rely on.
Even if the person behind the scenes was Song Qingyun, even if she was still alive, where was she now?
Could it be that she was in charge of several major events from beginning to end and never actually appeared in public?
She single-handedly orchestrated so many disturbances, turned both the righteous and evil sides upside down, and even pushed herself into a dead end, yet she was nowhere to be seen.
The wind still had a shape, but Song Qingyun was harder to see than a wisp of wind.
Everyone knows that there is someone behind the scenes, but no one knows who it is.
Is this reasonable?
The more Yao Ning thought about it, the more frightened he became.
She looked up into the void, and at that moment, it was as if she had crossed the barriers of time and space and met the eyes of another woman she had never met before.
She felt Song Qingyun's contemptuous smile.
*
The communication talisman was silent for a long time, and Shang Linran and Adu fell into deep thought.
A powerful delusion.
How powerful does one have to be to be able to control mortals like a god?
Shang Linran rubbed his brows, stood up decisively, and started walking towards the Sutra Library in Lingfeng.
Lingfengdi has been passed down for a long time, and there are countless classics preserved from generation to generation. Perhaps we can find clues in them.
But to his surprise, he spent a whole night looking through all the historical scrolls, carefully checking the origins and inheritances of all the sects of both the righteous and evil ways, but he could not find any trace of "confusing the mind".
It seems that it was only after Meng Yaoguang used the magic of confusing the mind that the world first learned about this evil spell.
Shang Linran sat among the scattered books on the ground, rubbing his eyebrows with a little fatigue.
Things have reached a dead end again.
He and Adu pieced together and guessed the original truth, but found that the truth was shrouded in another layer of fog.
The feeling of always being surrounded by fog was not a good one. For the first time in his life, Shang Linran felt like a puppet, being controlled by an invisible hand without even realizing it.
The hand was too big, and no matter how hard he tilted his head back, he couldn't see the owner's hidden face.
Shen Qian has been disheartened by the series of blows, not to mention the new wounds on his body piling up on the old ones. If the person behind the scenes attacks again, can the righteous path find a fighter as powerful as Shen Qian in a short period of time?
Yao Ning carries the source of chaos, like a human-shaped catastrophe that may be triggered at any time. If she cannot find the powerful confusing heart, even if that person approaches Yao Ning, she will be defenseless and can only become a prey.
When the world of cultivation is destroyed, what kind of desperate struggle will the unwilling cultivators make? During the riot, how can innocent mortals protect themselves?
Isn’t the ultimate goal of practicing Taoism to protect all living beings?
But by then all hope will be lost, and the cultivators who protect the people may become the sword that pierces the people.
Shang Linran knew that if he could think of this, then Chen Qian and Yao Ning would definitely think of it too. However, his cultivation was not as good as Chen Qian and Yao Ning, so now he couldn't even help with this little bit.
Shang Linran covered his forehead, feeling heavy and irritated.
The one light in the Sutra Library swayed in the night wind, covering the small area and gradually dimming.
It was not until dawn that Shang Linran gave up completely and closed the ancient books in dejection.
He was tidying up absentmindedly and knocked over a small pile of books without noticing. Shang Linran felt extremely tired and stared at the scattered books in a daze. After a while, he slowly picked them up, but his sleeve accidentally knocked over the candlestick.
The candle wax that had accumulated all night poured down, instantly staining several precious rare books. Shang Linran hurriedly wiped it with his hands, but he lost control of his strength and tore the fragile paper.
Shang Linran seemed to be completely overwhelmed by this series of minor incidents. He knelt on the ground motionless, having lost all his strength.
The morning light came in through the window, illuminating a distraught figure.
After a long time, Shang Linran slammed his fist on the ground, silently venting the anger that had accumulated in his heart.
So what exactly is that person behind the scenes trying to do?
Will he be happy if the world of cultivation is destroyed?
What kind of monster is this? Why does he want to play with everyone?
Shang Linran exhaled for a long time, and after a quarter of an hour, he returned to his gentle and jade-like appearance in front of others.
He curled the corners of his mouth, tried to cheer himself up, and cleaned up faster.
Shang Linran squatted down, picked up an open book, closed it, smoothed out the wrinkles, and then picked up other books scattered around.
He was packing up quickly, but suddenly paused.
Shang Linran put down the books he had sorted out and piled up, and turned around with some confusion.
He scratched his head twice, wondering if his emotions were fluctuating too much and he was becoming a little suspicious.
He glanced around, pulled out the book he had just sorted out, and began to flip through it.
This is a classic book that records the sects in Jiuzhou, including the outstanding figures, unique skills, reputation of Jiuzhou, etc. of each sect throughout the ages.
I turned the pages one by one.
Brahma Temple, Xuanqing Sect, Tianshu Sect, Beiming Sect...
Even isolated sects like the Southern Territory Snake Cave are introduced in detail.
Lingfengdi is famous for its medical skills and has exchanges with various sects in Jiuzhou. It is not surprising that the ancestors who wrote books know more than others.
Shang Linran remembered that he had flipped through this book, but since he already knew most of the information, he didn't read it carefully.
But after venting his anger, he adjusted himself and put away this book first.
The page that was opened at that time seemed to contain something that made him feel strange.
It's hard to explain the weirdness; it seems normal at first glance, so you quickly forget it.
However, after experiencing the suspicion of Yao Ning's pregnancy, Shang Linran was particularly sensitive to such seemingly normal things, but with inexplicable doubts upon closer examination.
He must have missed something.
Things that seem normal but are actually abnormal.
Something that is easily overlooked.
Something that disappears without a trace like the wind.
Beads of sweat appeared on Shang Linran's forehead, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his fingers flipped through the yellowed pages quickly. Among the yellowed pages, countless sects rose and fell, like small boats passing by his eyes.
“Bang!”
Shang Linran opened his five fingers and slammed them on one of the pages.
He raised his eyes and saw a name that was totally unexpected.
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